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Dr. Elliot Reid (frickonastick) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

She gave him another smile when he followed up with her having beat the man before by a mile, though this one was much smaller than the one she'd beamed at him before. She couldn't help but think that he was just trying to make her feel better. Which was sweet, but with a grin like that she wished he really meant it.

Besides the broken fingers, Elliot thought his wrist might be broken as well. "Can you bend your wrist?" She asked, gently turning his hand so that it was palm up and pressing on it lightly.

She looked up at him, unable to stop herself from thinking that he had really intense and amazing eyes. "Oh my God," she said, regarding him with a little awe. "That is so brave." She bit her lip and stared at him for a moment before she straightened at his angry outburst, seeming to come back to herself.

She sighed softly. "Well, if your other hand is as bad as this one, that might be a while." She paused. "So, there are people behind all of this?" Not that she thought there could really be anything else behind everything. Of course it had to be people. Sick, twisted, off-their-rocker, probably inbred people. She swallowed, turning her attention to his other hand as she began to unwrap it.